Wednesday, 2 June 2021

May 2021

 

This Year Has Been Dry

We have had a very dry season to date, even according to Environment Canada, which says it is the driest on record for the Thompson/Okanagan region this year.  At our place, we have only registered 44 mm of rain for this year, which is just over 1 ½ inches.  Some of that was melting snow in March and April. Near the end of this month, we saw the beginnings of a wildfire in the US across the lake from us, which rapidly expanded into large columns of smoke.

 



It seemed that in no time at all that they had a helicopter out dumping water on the blaze, and within a few hours it was obviously contained.

Still, wildfire is a huge concern now, and I suspect it will continue to be so during the summer.

It Has Not Been Hot so Far…..

Temperatures have been at best only moderate and we have not really sat outside yet.  Nonetheless, they have been comfortable for activities like hiking.

My hiking buddy and I have covered a few good trails this month.  There is a trail out of a vineyard, called the Golden Mile Trail, which leads up to a small gold working site where there was a stamp mill.  It was somewhat primitive, with a mechanical device crushing the rock (the stamp mill--the picture is of the foundation) and an oven to help melt the gold into a more convenient form to transport.  This was built in 1895. They processed 247 tonnes of ore to get gold and silver.




In today’s dollars, the gold was worth about $103, 235 and the silver about $1055.  Most of metal had been recovered by 1898, and the mill went into disuse in the early 1900’s.  It seemed like a lot of work for not much.  There are many areas of BC exploited in various gold rush surges, and we hope to explore more of them as restrictions ease.

Another trail we did we call the “Tower Trail” because it leads up to a communication tower situated on the road next to ours (Sasquatch) on the highway.  This is a bit of a generous description, because you drive up to the end of Sasquatch and then climb an access pathway clearly set out by wheeled vehicles, although it is getting naturalized again.  The alternate is at the beginning of Sasquatch, where you basically walk a paved road up to the tower.  Bah!

When Debbie and I set out, Brian instructed us that we had to flash him when we reached the tower.  We can see our house from there, so this was an imminently reasonable request.

At the peak, as a dutiful wife, I called him so he could come to the window with his binoculars to witness the erotic daring expose.  This was not a success.  As I called him, we were being pummelled with snow pellets (yes, those few white bits on the jacket), and he couldn’t see us at all until we moved.  Life has many challenges for Brian.



A few days later, Brian and I went for a hike in an area called White Lake.  There are small alkaline lakes in the area (thus white lake) and some excellent scenery.  The trail was reasonably strenuous, but we apparently missed one of the highlights.  There is an ongoing grasslands conservation program in the area, which can involve targeted use of cattle grazing to reduce undesirable vegetation.  We didn’t run into the cattle ourselves, but a couple of hikers we talked to had to do a detour around a herd, and the local newspaper reported an individual being chased by 4 bulls.  We missed that local perk.



 

We are now Official Stewards

Two years ago, I registered with the Okanagan Similkameen Stewardship Society to make a commitment for wildlife-friendly and environmental stewardship on our property.  This hasn’t been onerous, other than my determination to rid our 3.14 acres of noxious weeds.  The battle continues.  And will continue because there is probably 20 years of seedstock still waiting to be germinated.  It is nice to have a hobby, of course….

The Society was horrified to find themselves remiss in giving us a sign for our property, so they brought one this month for us to post on our road.

 


 

Wildlife sightings

We have had a number of wildlife encounters this month, all of which garnered much attention.

From the reptile arena, we had one sighting right by the house.  A four-foot Gopher Snake was quietly moving over the gravel right beside the foundation of the house.  Had I not  been specifically looking for weeds in the gravel, I would have completely missed it due to its wonderful protective colouring.  Since I didn’t have my camera with me, I will show you a stock photo.



The next day or so, Brian and I went out for a quick bike ride in the neighbourhood; I almost ran over a 2 foot snake basking on the pavement in the cul-de-sac.  I turned around as quickly as I could, but before I could do anything, this fellow was travelling at lightening speed towards the vegetation on the side of the road.  Little wonder he could go so fast—he was a Yellow-Bellied Racer.  Again, I have to depend on a stock photo.



To save the best to the last we had a visit two nights in a row from Mom Bear and two juveniles.  This was most likely the mom we had last year with three cubs. One of our readers said they couldn’t wait to hear the story of Helen and the Three Bears.

The two juveniles are healthy and hearty.  They have learned how to climb trees to check out the cable I have holding the feeders well above the ground level.

 



Of course, this wasn’t sufficient, and Mom nailed a feeder to empty; on her second visit she took it off to the side so she could enjoy it on her own.  Motherhood is becoming a bit onerous, perhaps.  The juveniles will be on their own next year.

 The first night, after visiting two of our neighbours, they went straight for our feeder area at 9:30 at night.  Brian noticed them; with spirited banging of a pot and lid, I encouraged them to move on.  The only sorrow that night for Brian was that he was trying to get good pictures of the bears (not) and missed the opportunity to showcase me in my nightgown banging pots.

A conservation officer had suggested to me to take down the feeders at night and rehang them in the morning.  The next day I figured I would take them in at 8 pm.  Wrong.  Mom and the juveniles showed up at 7:30 pm.  The feeders are now in until I devise a new scheme, but darn I miss the feathered flying pigs.

The Sad Saga of the Trail Cam

With two visits in a row from the bear family, and with the bird feeders removed, it seemed only natural to put the trail camera on one of the two trees holding the cables that hung the feeders overhead.  Mom obviously had her route, we were on the list, and there was a sure thing that I could catch some night shots.  The camera was mounted and the wait began.

Two and a half days later, when I brought the camera back in, I was amazed to discover I had 6070 pictures!  Yay—there was going to be a plethora of Ursus observations.

The camera was set to take three pictures when triggered, because so often wildlife moves too quickly to be captured in only one shot.

To my surprise, there seemed to be a lot of pictures of the second tree holding the cables.  Lots and lots and lots.  The camera captures the time and I could see I could sometimes have 6 to 9 shots in a minute.  What???*&%&^%&%#

Then I looked a little closer, and realized I had a critter in the background with a lot of movement.

 


Yup, there was our Canadian Flag.  And it was very breezy for the time I had the camera out.

I wanted to make sure you would not miss a stellar bear shot, so I went through EVERY ONE of the pictures.  Of the 6070 shots, there were only 14 night shots without a bear snout in sight. No sacrifice is too great to make sure this audience is entertained, but I do apologize for the publishing delay while I vetted all of those shots.

The only possible cases of serendipity were a couple of nice sunset shots.

 



Brian is on the move again

Brian is finally getting back on his bike, which gives him huge happiness.

We are getting out again

Some restrictions have been lifted in BC, including those of indoor dining.  As a result, we have eaten in three restaurants in the last week.  Yum.  Happy.  Fat.

Travel Plans

In March of 2020, we booked a trip to the Russian Arctic.  Covid obviously put a crimp in that, and we just got notice that trip has been cancelled for this year.  We hadn’t said much, figuring things were iffy.  Now we will have to plan for some more travels in 2022.

 Quilting Continues

With my quilting friend, Pat, I have continued to finish some projects that have been sitting around.  This one was only four years old, and came from a kit I bought in Hawaii.  I never buy kits, but this one had some marvellous fabrics I would never find in Canada.  The name of the kit was “Tropical Snowball” and my innate cynicism couldn’t deal with that concept in any way.  I substituted dark green fabric for the white fabric with the kit, and now have a “Hawaiian Flower” quilt that is as cheerful as it can be.  In all the years of quilting, I have only made one quilt strictly for myself before; regrettably that quilt was stolen from the hospital when I had given it to Mom after her stroke.

 


After last month, I will not deluge with many more wildflower pictures, although there are a couple of highlights I would like to share with you.

 On the Golden Mile Trail, I came across Bitterroot flowers.  These are the most amazing delicate flowers that pop up seemingly without leaves.  The aboriginal ate the roots (thus the name) but I still think the flowers are magical.



On the last day or so of May, our Lupines started to open up their blooms.  This year’s crop seems plentiful, so hopefully I can look forward to posting pictures of their glory for our next blog.

 


Thank you for visiting, and we hope you are doing well.

 

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